The hunger pierced my stomach with a vengeance.
“I must push on,” I thought, “I must not stop.”
The sea of the hungry seemed to congeal around me and I was trapped temporarily before I finally broke free with a cry of victory. With determination, I used my elbows like swords and cut my way through the passive waiters, subtly waving around those who had the same idea as me. Finally, I reached the shore, the land of milk and honey. With my arms limp and swaying beside me, I marched towards the smell that greeted me. I reached in my pocket and squeezed my ticket to sustenance. As I began to pull out my hard earned cash, I heard the ring of the bell. My stomach dropped and I cursed my slow procession through the hungry storm. The clouds of chaos subsided as everyone left the thundering room. I was too late, lunch was over.